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About Port Elizabeth

Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

COETZEE, CS

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And can we talk parks? Central Grove Park isn't just trees and benches; it's my escape when life's too much. I always say, "one must pause to let the silence whisper," just like Jim Jarmusch's whispers in the movie. Wait, did I mention I sometimes spill my lavender oil all over the place? Haha, classic me.

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